The History of Love Quote

I just came across a hefty old desktop file full of cobwebs and rediscovered this quote given to me years ago as food for thought. Please enjoy!

From The History of Love:

“Having begun to feel, people’s desire to feel grew. They wanted to feel more, feel deeper, despite how much it sometimes hurt. People became addicted to feeling. They struggled to uncover new emotions. It’s possible that this is how art was born. New kinds of joy were forged, along with new kinds of sadness: The eternal disappointment of life as it is; the relief of unexpected repriece; the fear of dying. Even now, all possible feelings do not yet exist. There are still those that lie beyond our capacity and our imagination. From time to time, when a piece of music no one has ever written, or a painting no one has ever painted, or something else impossible to predict, fathom, or yet describe takes place, a new feeling enters the world. And then, for the millionth time in the history of feeling, the heart surges, and absorbs the impact.”

This One’s A Coelho

I read a lot of Paulo Coelho’s Maktub in Boracay this weekend (y me vuelvo a dar las gracias a la Amandita mia!). There are an infinite amount of eloquent words in this novel…well, perhaps if I counted all of the words I would be correct to say it is not infinite, and yes it is translated from Portuguese, but that is neither here nor there.

The book is the Spanish version, but my feeble translation skills to english below it will hopefully suffice to move you as well.

the book“En el invierno de 1981, el viajero camina con su mujer por las calles de Praga, cuando ve a un muchacho dibujando los edificios de su alrededor. Le gusta uno de los dibujos y decide comprarlo.

Al tenderle el dinero, se da en cuenta de que el muchacho no lleva guantes, a pesar de la temperatura de cinco grados bajo cero.

–¿Por que no usas guantes?–pregunta.

–Para poder coger el lápiz.

Conversan un poco sobre Praga. El muchacho decide dibujar el rostro de la mujer del viajero, sin cobrar nada. Mientras espera que el dibujo esté listo, el viajero se percata de que algo extraño ha occurido; ha hablado durante casi cinco minutos con el muchacho, sin que ninguno de los dos hablase la lengua del otro.

Habian sido simplemente gestos, sonrisas, expresiones faciales, pero la voluntad de compartir algo hizo que entrasen en el mundo del lenguaje sin palabras.¨

¨In the winter of 1981, a traveler went walking with his wife through the streets of Prague, when he saw boy drawing the buildings of his surroundings. He liked one of the drawings and decided to buy it.

Upon fetching the money, he realized that the boy wasn’t wearing any gloves, as he weighed the fact that the temperature was 5 degrees below zero.

“Why aren’t you wearing any gloves?” he asked.

“So that I have the power to grasp the pencil.”

They chatted a little about Prague. The boy decided to draw the face of the traveler’s wife, without charge.

While the traveler was waiting for the drawing to be ready, he noticed that something strange had occurred; he had talked for almost 5 minutes with the boy, without neither of them speaking in the language of the other.

It had simply been gestures, smiles, facial expressions… but the will of sharing something made it so that a language without words had entered the world.”

Gorgeous and accurate.

Much writing to do. Green Island, Hualien & Taroko, plus my Philippine trip to Boracay still lingers. Await the posts!

Quote I like:

This one is in Chinese Character. I found it on a website selling Asian art called “Oriental Outpost.” The site offers to custom create calligraphy scrolls of the written philosophy. Beh, I’ll just use it for the quote…

入
木
三
分

ru (4) mu (4) san (1) fen (1)

Here is the description of the quote’s translated meaning from the website..

“These four characters together translate in English to a strong form of “profound” or

written with a forceful hand”.

But there is much more to the story…
The deep meaning behind this phrase comes from a man named Wan Xizhi who lived in the third century.
He was a great writer and calligrapher whose writing style influenced generations of other writers and calligraphers.

He once wrote words on a piece of wood to be taken to an engraver.
When the engraver began to carve the characters into the wood, he found that Wang Xizhi’s writing had penetrated the wood about
3/8 of an inch. Thus people believed that his words were so powerful, and so profound that it caused the ink from his brush to penetrate the wood deeply.

The phrase literally means:

“penetrated wood three fen”

(fen is an ancient Chinese measurement a little over to 1/8 of an inch or almost 4mm).

Can you guess why I might find this Chinese proverb so appealing? 8)

site: http://www.orientaloutpost.com/ancient_chinese_proverbs_and_philosophy_phrases.php

Great Quote:

“Don’t ask yourself what the world needs. Ask yourself what makes you come alive, and go do that, because what the world needs is people who have come alive.” – John Eldredge, Wild at Heart100_3246

Quote I like:

“Remembering that I’ll be dead soon is the most important tool I’ve ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything — all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure – these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.”

Steve Jobs

Can’t even remember where I found this one. It’s been on a sticky note on my desktop for 3 or 4 weeks now. Not sure why I didn’t put it up sooner but it has great merit between those lines.

Great Quote:

Just found this one:

“Manifestation is an act of trust. It is the soul pouring itself out into its world, like a fisherman casting a net to gather in the fish he seeks; with each cast properly made, we will bring what we need to us, but first we must hurl ourselves into the depths without knowing just what lies beneath us.”– David Spangler

pow pow

It is to Madame Justice that I dedicate this concerto!

I succeeded in blowing up Retiro Park tonight!

justttt kidding

I’m trying to decide whether words can even convey the V for Vendettaish crescendo of symphonies and lights tonight in Parque Buen Retiro for La feria de San Isidro going on this week. However, I have come to conclude that, like V says, ‘Words offer the means to meaning, and for those who will listen, the enunciation of truth.’ So Besides the astonishing video I have put below that captures a bit of the remarkable moments of the evening, I’d like to mention how completely in shock I still am….I’m probably now going to go into a poetic rambling of some sort…yeaaa

Thousands flocked to the park tonight, making our 10 minutes before the performance arrival a bit impractical for a good view….. So in the spontaneity of our youth, we used all of our strength to climb the walls of an outside cafe up to its roof, where our view may have just been the best seat in the park..As the show began, I planted my elbow on the back of the cement sculpture of a lion overlooking the lake…where the water began to spit out some greens, oranges, reds, and blues of colors that evoked a series of endless sensations….And I almost thought the entire monumental structure centered on the side of lake was going to explode from the energy..

There was a phenomenal motion of sound that vibrated though my insides. With every large blast of light that illuminated the sky, so enlightened was my entire being…i closed my eyes and imagined a world where all could come together to see these thunders of greens, reds, and blues….being blissfully swept away by the capabilities of mankind…. I felt that for once, I was united with a people that could share a same universal appreciation for the collaborations of the human mind and the natural element…In this shared appreciation we feel comforted, in comfort we feel unified, in unification we are identifiable, in identity we stand together… tonight we stood on the same ground, in the same city, in the same park, around the same lake, in the same awe. I felt very Madrileño tonight, perhaps just because I was sharing the same vision…which indeed, was only a fraction of the overwhelming sensations I experienced. The other pieces of the pie were derived from the classical music, light, and water images flooding out into the night sky– entering into my eyes, heart, mind– circulating within from the air that I welcomed with every gasp keeping me alive and craving more. I pleaded for time to stop as each firework reached it’s climatic outburst. This must have been another moment marking my supreme well-being. One of those truly happy times!

A little deep? I know I know, sorry….It’s 4:40 am and im waking up in 3 hours to go to Valencia…….umm Woooo !!!!!

Enjoy this video! Sorry about my filming. I was turning it sideways so I could get the fireworks in, etc… You know, don’t give me attitude because you have to cock your head.

holy crap! did you see the fireballs?

Por la libertad, asi como por la honra, se puede y debe aventurar la vida.- Don Quijote

5:39 a.m., Friday morning, and writing a lovely paper on the effects in economics of Chinese espionage in the United States. What a nerd I am! bah!… also dancing to some italian music i can’t understand between each sentence I write…. Today was incredibly b-e-a-u-tiful in Madriz..

I did some don quijote-ing this afternoon in La Latina. Had a cafe con leche y bocadillo in a little cafeteria… I’m still hoping to find a Sancho Panza to accompany me in my adventures but I don’t know how much they’d tolerate my random public singing in the streets….or the awful sense of direction I possess…or the fact that I stop at every chino shop and try to read the characters…

Random act of kindness: an old man in the cafeteria bought me a beautiful red rose, delicately handed it to me, smiled, and then left without explanation.

The city gets warmer, and I can appreciate it more than anyone because I spent too many days in the cold.